Confused, tired, a bit lost in general with life... where to now? What next? What is it all about anyway? What is "the point"? Is there even a point to anything? So much of everything felt lacking in meaning of late. It is as though I am searching so intently for something, and yet also … Continue reading The gift.
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Reframing Thomas
Perhaps one of the most beautiful encounters of Jesus in the bible - and there are so many - is the interaction between him and Thomas, post resurrection. Many may know this story of Thomas. So much so that he is often more well-known as “Doubting Thomas” and labelled as such. In every conversation, discussion, … Continue reading Reframing Thomas
Heaven.
Heaven. Eternity. Everlasting life. The eternal Kingdom. The City of God. The final Promised Land. New Jerusalem. The City of Gold. The Father’s house.... Heaven. Strangely, no matter which name (and there are so many others) has been used to identify, describe, or define this place, I have always struggled to feel or sense any … Continue reading Heaven.
Soar.
Looking back over my shoulder, I suddenly noticed just how far a distanced I had covered already. Not that any distances matter quite so much to me anymore; it is the journey itself that I find far more delight in these days. Still, it is always a nice feeling seeing what distance I have come, … Continue reading Soar.
Robed.
I continued walking, trudging around in this ongoing rain. At least I wasn’t at my worst. The rain didn’t bother me either, I’d become quite used to its steady flow by now. It has been a while, though. The constant, loud pitter patter had become somewhat of my life’s backing track. I could walk, I … Continue reading Robed.
Hannah.
It is kind of bizarre sometimes the things that can make me come undone and propel me deep into a mess of emotion-salad. The kind of one that leads to deep wrestling and ultimately, new perspectives. The simple and small things. Today, of all things, it was a children’s song. A song about a woman … Continue reading Hannah.
Get Real: Praying for my kids.
A while back, I read about a Christian mother’s desires and prayers for her children. As I read through her fairly long list, they were, in essence, all seemingly really good things. All biblical. All positive. All pretty standard things that most would expect a Christian mum to pray. All things that, a few years … Continue reading Get Real: Praying for my kids.
Hacksaw.
I sat on a small, round, perfectly moulded rock. Once again filled with inner turmoil, stress, uncertainty, pain, overwhelm... it was all too much. I couldn’t focus or concentrate on anything. I just knew I couldn’t cope... more and more, I felt despair. I began to think of each of the things I am struggling … Continue reading Hacksaw.
Broken things.
“Come. Come along, let’s find some rest” Daddy said. We had been walking a fair while now, and I had stopped to look out for a place to just pause for a bit. Life certainly has this tendency to end up going faster than I do at times. I grabbed Daddy’s hand, and we wandered. … Continue reading Broken things.
Come: Burdens and baggage.
“Come, lay down your burdens: I will give you rest … I am the living water … I will refresh and restore your soul.” Things had been somewhat fine not all that long ago. But now… not so much. Heavy. Pained. Gutted. Lost. Worn down. Exhausted. Crumbling. Sore. Succumbing to the overbearing weight of too … Continue reading Come: Burdens and baggage.
In The Not Yet 